Stop 'em Dead

Chapter 2.

I frantically searched the office, desperately trying to find Bill, Where the hell could someone that had died disappeared to? Maybe he was murdered and the murderer is still around and has hidden his body. I was actually feeling nervous. Why would anyone want to kill Bill? Yeah he was an idiot at times but that didn't make me want to kill him plus he had a family as well that Bill really cared for. Hmm.

Tom left the office and went to the locker room again with James by his side. James was the sort of person that you could rely on no matter what and I felt safer with him around.

"James I think Bill has been murdered and that the person who did it is still around somewhere."

"Why would anyone want to do something like that" James replied, a slight anger building up in his voice.

"That's what I want to try and find out, I want you to go back downstairs and make sure the police are on their way, I'll be in the cafeteria getting something to defend myself with as I really don't want to be unarmed with a killer lurking around."

"You sure you want to do that alone Tom?" James questioned

"Just go, I'll be fine"

And with that said I headed off to the cafeteria, hoping to get some sort of weapon to defend myself with. I exited the locker room and followed the signs to the cafeteria. I looked for the kitchen staff door and slowly opened it, the creaking of the door echoing in the emptiness of the kitchen. The chef had obviously been in here as there was a sliced lettuce and chef knife on the floor, a blood trail leading to the meat freezer. Something really serious must have happened here, first Bill and now the chef. I walked over to the knife and cautiously grabbed it off of the floor, feeling a little less tense though still nervous. Should I check the freezer or leave it? Maybe whoever is in there is still alive. Or maybe that's where the killer has hid the bodies. Either way I had to check it out.

I slowly walked to the edge of the units and peered around the corner to the freezer. The door to the freezer was open slightly and a slight chewing sound could be heard. If only I knew what I was in for. My hopes of finding someone alive looked a little better now and as I started running to the freezer, knife in hand, something made me freeze in my tracks. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. Two pairs of legs were visible but one was sprawled out on the floor whilst the other was on its knees, its posture looking like it was leaning over the man. Thoughts rushed through my mind, was this person performing CPR? But if he was why was there a chewing sound coming from the freezer then. After two minutes of debating with myself whether I should go in or not I decided to check it out, a decision that I would soon regret.

I pulled open the freezer door as far as it would go and immediately cursed myself for being so stupid. Sprawled on the floor was what was once the chef, but what shocked me the most was that knelt over him was Bill, and by the looks of it he was tearing into his chest, eating away at the remains of the chef. What had happened to Bill? Only half an hour ago he was face down on his desk with blood seeping out of his neck but now a strange black fluid had replaced the blood on his neck and he was a deathly pale colour.

"Bill, it's me Tom, are you ok?" I asked him, hoping to get some sort of response from him. He looked up at me and immediately sent shivers down my spine. His eyes were clear, no colour in them whatsoever, and hatred filled them, anger and hatred for everyone. Blood was pouring out of his mouth which once belonged to the chef and then there was that blood curdling scream, enough to make me want to run, run and never stop running if it meant never hearing that sound again. He sprinted at me, closing the distance rapidly, but I was to scared to move, the reality of this situation sinking in. Bill eating one of his own staff, charging at me, ready to pounce on me as I would soon become another victim of his rage. No! I couldn't let the happen, something took over me, something that I hadn't felt in a long time. The determination to live. It was too late for me to move now; Bill had gotten too close to me. He lunged at me, knocking me to the floor and knocking the knife out of my hand, sending it sliding under one of the work surfaces. Just my luck! He was trying to get his head close to my neck, hoping to get his next meal. I had my hand clasped around his neck, blocking his airwaves so that hopefully he would fall unconscious and I could retain him until police arrived. It obviously wasn't working as it seemed to have no effect on him, but why? I was practically strangling him now and he wasn't showing any signs of weakness and my hand was beginning to ache, I couldn't hold him for much longer, I had to do something now or I would be dead soon. I brought my left foot up and kicked him in the chest and again in the stomach, hoping to knock the wind out of him but that wasn't working either. Something was definitely wrong with him. I kicked him again in the face, this time with enough force to push him off me and sent him hurling into the work surface, knocking it over and sending it's contains onto the floor. I could see my knife now, right at the side of Bill. I had to get to it if I wanted to live but that would mean approaching Bill, walking over him, risking him getting a hold of me, to get the knife. That was a risk I would have to take.

I climbed up off of the floor just as Bill started to lunge at me again. As he lunged I brought my right fist up and punched him square in the face. He never even flinched. Just knocked me back down to the ground. I was getting tired and my energy was slowly fading. In a desperate attempt I pushed him off me and made a dash for the knife, swiping it from where it lay on the ground and turned around just in time to face Bill as he prepared to lunge again. He started sprinting again as he was about to lunge I brought the knife into his eye socket, his body finally going limp. I had just killed my boss and eventually would pay for it. I would be charged with murder, even though it was self-defence. There were no witnesses apart from me. No one would know what had gone on here and the only witness that had known what had gone on was dead in the freezer, half of his chest missing. I couldn't just leave here; I would become a wanted man and would be on the run for the rest of my life.

In a way I was right about being on the run for the rest of my life, unlucky for me it wont be from the police.

A/N: Well here it is finally, chapter 2 is here. Sorry about the long delay it's just that with school and everything I have been a little busy. Reviews are really appreciated.

Thanks for reading guys, hopefully I'll be updating this story more often now.